Big Tent Poetry Wordle
'These words are like challenges thrown out into the darkness in the hope they will start a tournament,or like clay pigeons shot up into the sky for anyone to pot at.'
John Mortmer
swift...yes
squeezed...yes
disloyal...no
roped and immersed in the engine basement...yes
a slightly hoarse performance...yes
toppled...yes
"Is execution done on Cawdor?"...yes
banished...yes
vanish...yes
my lady hunsdon's
PUFFE
GONE
Fun wordle poem. I may have to try it!
ReplyDeleteWhere have you been hiding? Bet you've missed correcting my spelling mistakes:)
ReplyDeleteI don't understand all the references. But enjoy the poem nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteThanks Deb and Merry Xmas to you and yours and for turning up to comment every week,hopefully because you enjoy my work and not as a diplomatic exercise.
ReplyDeleteReferences are from Macbeth and a lute song in the 17th century. I'm not sure what the title
'My Lady Hunsdon's Puffe " means but it's not what you think:)
I meant it as
Goodbye
Vanished
in a puff
of smoke!
PS
I hope my poem and comment has not traumatised some of the more mentally fragile clowns on your Big Tent Poetry site and you will be spared more
complaints about me over the holiday period.
Puffe - gone
ReplyDeleteAnd what a way to go - here today, then not. Clever and visual piece.
Merry Xmas Blossom Buds and thankyou for your continual weekly visits throughout the year.Your slight rustling in the breeze will be missed:)
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